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All Over the Place
Often I can't explain how it happens
How I get choked up at the initial glance we share, most days.
And yes, it's early, a morning happenstance. Too early to classify as pretense. This is my vulnerability bleeding through your loveliness.
Grabbing me close, no signs of release, a craned neck with silver chain, worn and cheap.
Scented flower child reaching to breathe, a thrift store tee shirt, sleep sized, you lent to me.
I don't want to die tonight, the tyranny of my dreams say otherwise.
At least we have December.
Coal mask breathing technique, the most uniform and unmatched fashion.
i just don't know what I'm-a-gonna do. if i dont find a cure for the january blues.
Lori Jones McCaffery
Thomas W Case
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